Lie Down And Listen To The Crabgrass

Flirtation Is Merely An Expression Of Considered Desire Coupled With An Admission Of Its Impracticability.

Fear Has Always Been A Diminisher Of Life. Whether Bred In The Bogs Of Superstition Or Clothed In The Brocades Of Dogma And Ritual, The Specter Of Death Has Reduced The Living To Supplicants, Powerless.

There Is Nothing Harder To Come By Than Detachment And Solitude; And Nothing More Important.

[the Sea] Is The Healer And The Reviver, It Cleanses The Cavities Of Self-disgust And Melancholy, Of Sloth And Negation With The Salt Solution Of Life. It Cures The Lethargies Of Flesh And Spirit With The Slap And Shake Of Elemental Force. It Cradles And Comforts. Give It Trust And It Holds You Secure; Fight It And It Kills.

Everybody Likes To See Somebody Else Get Caught For The Vices Practiced By Themselves.